Abstract:Sharon is late and worries what to do, so Angela helps her out, causing some misunderstandings. Rayanne gets interested in several new things, while Brian has a new interest of his own. Camille and Patty discuss Angela and Patty's argument. The restaurant is almost ready to open up.

based on stories and characters created by Winnie Holzman

[Cherski’s place]

Sharon VO: “Today it’s been a little over two weeks ago since Kyle and I had unsafe sex. According to my normal cycle, I should have gotten my period, like *yesterday*. The stress is driving me *nuts*! My boobs look bigger, my belly is bloated and I feel nauseous like, all day long! Or does it only *look* like my boobs are bigger, and my belly is bloated? And maybe I’m just feeling nauseous because of the *stress*?
I have the feeling *everybody* is like, staring at me, knowing what’s wrong with me.
I seriously don’t know what to do anymore, or who to tell. Is it too soon to buy a pregnancy-test? But then what; what if I *am* pregnant? Do I really want to *know*…?”

Sharon grunts, gathers her books, stuffs them in her bag and barges out of her room, down the stairs. “Bye, mom, I’m leaving for school!”

“Honey? You didn’t even have breakfast yet!” Camille comes running out of the kitchen.

“I don’t have time, mom, sorry. I’ll see you this afternoon.” As Sharon walks through the door, she catches the sight of Jordan Catalano’s car pulling up in front of the Chase’s house. Angela and Jordan must be like seriously in love, ‘cause there hasn’t gone by a single day during the past week she *didn’t* see him pick Angela up.

[Mr Katimski’s classroom]

“Gee whiz! Check out this latest copy of our very own ‘Liberty school-paper’!” Mr Katimski is handing out the school-paper to every student in his class. “Ofcourse, this issue features a special on the [pause] *play* we did recently, a little production called [pause] ‘Our Town’…”

“Woohoo!” Rayanne hollers, and raises her fist in the air.

“Yes, Rayanne Graff, the play was a *big* hit, thanks to your acting, amongst others, gee whiz…” Mr Katimski takes back his seat in front of the class.

Most of the students start to look through their copies of the paper. Rayanne flips through the pages, until she stumbles upon a picture of herself on the stage, breathtakingly gorgeous. She looks around edgy all of a sudden, feeling *caught* in some way; like the way she looks in that picture is private or something. It’s like she is meant to be seen this way by *one* person alone. Staring back at her is not just any picture of herself; it clearly displays the feelings of the eye of the beholder. She looks up to see if anyone else has reached that page yet, and catches Angela’s surprised look.

“Rayanne…” Angela is stumped for words.

“Yeah, I know Angela, like, you know, that Krakow can sure take a picture, right?” Rayanne can’t find the words to express herself. She feels the need to *defend* herself even. Like it’s *her* fault Brian took this picture. Like it’s *her* fault he obviously looks at her in this way. She has nothing to do with it, it’s not like she encouraged him, or anything. Yeah, like, afterwards she may have, but she wouldn’t have if she knew… this.

“Brian captured your *soul*, Rayanne, he truly did. You were amazing that night, and his camera recorded that. You were, like, pure, and deep; and it was like, you lowered your fences and showed your inner self. But you still managed to look so… mysterious and untouchable.” Angela can’t get over how many emotions are present in this picture, displayed on Rayanne’s face. Would Brian even be aware of it? Was it, like, a lucky shot, or is there more to it than meets the eye?

Rayanne raises her eyebrow. “Wow, and you like, *just* thought that up?”

Angela smiles dreamily. “I guess I did. I don’t know where that came from, weird…”

“Whatever, as long as it’s nothing serious…” Rayanne shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“No, no, no, more like, the opposite!” Mr Katimski nods at Rayanne and continues to wander through the classroom, pointing out things in the school-paper, and talking to his students enthusiastically.

After a while the bell rings and everybody but Rayanne takes off. She climbs on top of her table and folds her legs, meanwhile nervously eyeing Mr Katimski, “So, what’s up, Mr K?”

“Have you ever considered, like, making a career out of acting? I mean, gee whiz, have you got any idea how talented you are? It’s not too soon to think about what you want to be, you know, when you’re like supposed to be grown up.” Mr Katimski waves his hands around as to shoo away the invisible flies he sees.

“Me? Talented? You’re kidding, right?! Jeez, I don’t really know like, what I wanna be. I just thought, you know, I’d never be able to like, go and study somewhere. I’m not that *bright* or anything, I guess.” Rayanne raises her shoulders nonchalantly.

“Do you know, Rayanne, that there are schools where they teach you how to act? And [pause] *never* call yourself dumb.” Mr Katimski raises his index-finger at Rayanne. “I’m sure if you would [pause] *attend* some classes, you’d amaze yourself.”

“So, this, like, acting-school, is it like that school in ‘Fame’? And umm, do you need like a high-school-diploma for it?” Rayanne tries to hide her excitement but it shows through anyway.

Mr Katimski replies, “It is indeed like that school [pause] from ‘Fame’. And you sure do need a [pause] diploma to get in there, Miss Graff, you sure do. If you’d like, I would be happy to collect some brochures.”

“Yeah, that sounds like, cool, I guess. So, can I like, go now?” Rayanne can’t wait to tell her friends she’s found her *goal* in life; becoming an actress!

Mr Katimski smiles at her impatience. “Yes, Miss Graff, you are excused!”

Rayanne dashes off, meanwhile grabbing a lollipop from her bag, unwrapping it, and shoving it in her mouth. Outside of the classroom Rickie is hanging around, waiting for her, “Hey, So, like, what did Mr Katimski want from you?”

Rayanne takes the lollipop from her mouth, “Oh, you like, waited for me! Well… it seems Mr K thinks I would like, make a good actress or something. And did you know that there are like, *schools* where they teach you that?”

“Oh, that’s great! I mean, you *seriously* rocked the play, so I couldn’t agree more! But I already knew that there are schools for it; I kinda assumed maybe you like, knew too.” Rickie eyes Rayanne questioning, as they walk through the hallways.

“Duh! If I *knew*, I would have like, known what to do with my life like, *ages* ago! Can you imagine a school where they like teach you how to act and stuff? Doing nothing but fun stuff all day long, singing, dancing…” Rayanne starts to sing and twirl around.

“Rayanne, it’s not just like, fun all the time, you know? I’m sure you like, have to learn *something* besides singing and acting.” Rickie’s face frowns, wondering about it. School is like *school*, so it can’t be like all fun, all the time. Or can it?

“Hey, maybe you could like, come along with me, you know? You can learn how to paint decors, and I’m sure there are like *many* available gay men in a place like that…” Rayanne raises her eyebrows in a meaningful gesture.

Rickie flushes instantly, “Picking a school should have nothing to do with how many potential lovers I could have over there.” A smile spreads across his face, “But you’re right, Rayanne. A place like that has gotta be like, *swarming* with sensitive, alternative gay guys.” Rickie can just picture it and his eyes are glowing hopefully.

“Duh! So, you and me, drama school it is!” Rayanne holds up her lollipop like a superhero holds out his sword.

[Cherski’s place]

“Camille! Where are you?” Patty just walked in the backdoor of the Cherski’s.

Patty sighs, “Yes, she is. Although *mad* isn’t the correct term, I suppose. She’s still *ignoring* me. Whenever she wants something, she asks Graham instead. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore!”

“Have you tried talking to her?” Camille rubs Patty’s shoulder.

Patty answers sadly, “Yes, I have, but she just doesn’t respond. It’s hopeless, you know?”

“She’ll turn around, you know teens, right? Can I get you a cup of coffee?” Camille guides the way into the kitchen.

Patty follows her. “Yes, please. And tell me, was I *really* that wrong?”

Camille pours them two cups of coffee, puts them on the table and they both sit down. “I wouldn’t call it wrong, but part of me understands why Angela is still upset. Don’t get me wrong, I would probably have done the exact same thing, but that doesn’t make it *right* in her eyes, I guess.”

Patty moves her coffee-cup around the table. “Well, I had a right to know what happened, didn’t I?”

Camille agrees, “Yes, you did, and you still do. She’s *your* daughter, for God’s sake! You have a right to know where she hangs out, and who she hangs out with. Especially when it involves someone like Rayanne Graff, with that bad reputation of hers…”

Patty gets fierce, “Exactly! Thank you for understanding! Any *sane* person would worry about their kid hanging out with Rayanne Graff!”

Camille’s face is frowning, “But… in Angela’s defence: she *is* a smart kid, you know? She has never let you down, or betrayed your trust, has she? She has always made smart calls when it comes to bad things. She doesn’t follow her friends on their road to destruction. She doesn’t drink, do drugs, or sleep around. She calls you when her friends are in trouble, without thinking twice of the consequences. I *do* think she deserves your *trust*, Patty. She has *proven* to you she has earned it.”

Patty sobs, “I guess you’re right, Camille. I just never looked at her that way. Thanks, for making me feel so bad for distrusting my own daughter.” Camille is right, and Patty *knows* it. She has been unreasonable towards Angela.

Camille hastens to correct Patty, “I’m not attacking you, Patty. Just appreciate how Angela is; let it sink in for a moment. Sure, she has distanced herself from you, but don’t *all* normal kids do that, during puberty? Didn’t *you* do the exact same thing, during *your* puberty??”

Patty gets agitated, “Oh boy, did I ever! Maybe that’s the reason *why* I want to stay in control over Angela’s life, because I’m worried she will treat me the same way *I* treated my mother.”

Camille takes a few sips from her coffee before she continues, “If you try to stay in control over her, you will only push her farther away. Plus, you can’t really compare the two of you, Patty. You had your adoption-issues to deal with as well. No wonder you resisted your mother!”

Patty admits, “That’s true. And as far as I know, Angela’s not adopted. I mean, I was *there* when she was born…!” She grins, “Although, with all the drugs they gave me you can never be *too* sure, ofcourse.”

Camille joins Patty in the trip down memory-lane, “Jeez, tell me about it! They give you enough drugs to sedate an elephant, but you’re *still* in agonizing pain. If only our daughters would just *realise* what he have been through, bringing them into this world! They just don’t appreciate us!”

“I know! It’s like we’re their personal slaves, forbidden to meddle with their lives, yet forbidden to have a life of our own!” Patty stares at Camille incredulous; it’s so good to have someone to understand her pain.

“Yeah, I know all about it. But Patty, we *do* have to take a step back from their lives, no matter how hard it is. It’s only natural they want to find their own way, and we have to *let* them, even if that involves making horrible mistakes.” Camille’s thoughts wander off.

“Camille? Are you and Sharon okay?” Patty gives Camille a worried look.

“She still seems so absent-minded; it’s like, I can’t get through to her. The past few weeks she has closed herself off and won’t let me in. She’s even hardly around in *person*. It’s so unlike her, you know?!” Camille’s face displays her concerns; Sharon has never pushed her away like this before, and it’s hard. Like there’s something terribly wrong, but she’s afraid to tell her.

Sharon VO: “I think my imagination is getting the best of me, or is everybody *really* staring at me? Staring, because they can all tell I’m late, that I’m carrying a baby inside of my body. Does it show *that* much already? Or, is like, paranoia one of the side-effects of pregnancy? Or maybe, I’m just going insane, slowly. I don’t know which one I prefer though…”

“Sharon?” Angela gives Sharon a worried look as she walks into the girls’ restroom. “Are you okay? You seem so pale!”

“I know, I know. Hey, how about we skip next period, and we buy a test, huh? At least you’ll know for sure…” Angela gives her friend a compassionate look.

“You’d do that for me?” Sharon’s face is all tear-stained.

Angela gets up and stretches her hand out to help Sharon up. She wipes her thumbs over Sharon’s face to wipe off the mascara-smudges. “Ofcourse I’d do that for you! So, let’s go.” They walk out holding hands.

[At the restaurant place]

Furniture is being delivered; Graham is inside stacking up tables and chairs. Hallie walks in greeting him, “Hello you!”

“Hey Hallie, well, all the furniture is almost inside. Wait till you see how the kitchen looks!” Graham enthusiastically guides Hallie towards the kitchen; in a week it has transformed from an empty space to an actual restaurant-kitchen with a cooking island and everything. Graham walks around glowing with pride; he can’t wait to start some serious cooking here. It’s funny how he feels right at home here even though the furnaces, stoves, pots, pans and cutlery have never been used.

“Wow! It’s so beautiful Graham!” Hallie’s hand glides over the shiny metal surfaces, like touching them will add to the feel of awe.

“Yeah, I know. I can’t believe we’re almost ready to open up, you know?! I can’t wait to start cooking in here; to enrich our guest’s senses.” Graham can picture himself vividly standing here.

“One week…Oh man, there’s so much left to do!” Graham’s face frowns for the first time that day; for a blissful moment he forgot about all the things they still have to take care off before they’re ready for business.
“We’ll be fine, don’t worry! I gave Neill some chores too; isn’t it like *great* he can help us *both* now?” Hallie’s face lights up at the mention of Neill’s name.

“We need all the help we can get, I know that much.” Graham is slightly worried about Hallie assigning his brother tasks; he hopes they’re not *too* important, because Neill has a tendency to let things like *slip* his mind sometimes…

[In a drugstore, near school]

“Should I take this one, or maybe this one’s better?” Sharon holds up two boxes with pregnancy-tests.

“Why don’t they like, just sell *one* kind? How do *I* know which one is better?” Sharon despairs.

“Come on, we’ll just take this one.” Angela grabs the box containing two tests and bumps into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry!” She drops the box on the floor. The other person picks it up from the floor and hands it to her, without really looking at it.

“Oh, hey, thanks, umm…” Angela flushes instantly because it’s Shane, Jordan’s friend. He’s the one with the drumsticks, who plays in the band with Jordan. And *he* just handed her back a pregnancy-test. “Oh, it’s you, I mean… Hey Shane.” She puts a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, Angela, so, how’s it going?” Shane hits every possible surface he can with his drumsticks.

“Fine, fine, nothing special going on. So, how are you?” Angela presses the pregnancy-test tightly against her chest, crossing her arms in front of it, hoping Shane won’t notice what it is.

“You know, just scoring some crisps!” Shane holds up a bag of crisps. “But umm, gotta split, so… see ya!” He takes off in the direction of the cash-register, pays for the crisps and leaves.

“Yeah, see you around.” Angela turns around abruptly. “Now *that* was awkward. I am *so* hoping he didn’t see what he just picked up from the floor for me! What do I tell Jordan?”

“Just tell him, you know, that it wasn’t for you.” Sharon takes the test from Angela’s hands and puts it on the counter. She takes her wallet out of her backpack and lays some money on the counter. The store-clerk rings the test up and gives her back some money. She puts the test in a little paper bag, which Sharon stuffs in her backpack. They walk out the store, both flustered and quiet, all the way back to school.

[Yearbook room]

Brian is working on some picture layouts, when Delia walks up to him, “Hey Brian.”

“Hey,” Brian isn’t interested and continues what he’s doing. There was a time he would have been interested in her, but now he can’t seem to get Rayanne Graff of his mind.

“So, the pictures you took, you know, from the play, they were like, amazing!” Delia clings to the school-paper in her hands.

“Thanks. Some people are just, you know, like photogenic.” Brian looks up at her for a brief moment, then averts his eyes again.

“Oh, you mean, like Rayanne Graff! Yeah, well, if you like the slutty type, then I guess she would be like, *photogenic*.” Delia bounces from one leg to another.

“There’s more to her than just being slutty. It’s such a shame people only look at the surface.” Brian keeps up his distance.

“Yeah, Brian, that really *is* a shame, because it’s what I did too, at first. Until someone told me off. So, I thought to myself: why not give him another chance, right? But as it turns out, you’re only interested in dream-girls. The ones you will never have draw your attention. Reach for the stars, right? First Angela, now Rayanne. Boy, you must really *hate* yourself to keep falling for girls who don’t even know you *exist*.”
Delia bites her tongue, as the emotions wash over her. She has shown Brian too much of herself already, and wishes she hadn’t. She walks away trying to hold on to the last shred of dignity she has left. Just outside the door she starts to sob and runs off.

Brian looks up surprised, like he doesn’t even realise there was someone in here just now. Previously, Delia’s words would have hit him, but now they don’t. His mind is focused on someone else; and he doesn’t understand why Delia gets all worked up about him. First, she likes him. Then, she ignores him. Now, she tries to talk to him again. Can’t she make up her mind, and until that time, let him rest in peace? He doesn’t need her charity, or pity. “Girls…”

“What about girls, Krakow?” Rayanne has walked in the Yearbook room, her fingers resting on the picture layouts Brian is working on.

“Nothing, I mean, this girl… She… Never mind.” In his mind the right sentences come out without a problem, but being in the presence of *her*, his mind blocks. His mouth hesitates; the words come out sounding meaningless and infantile.

“Yeah Brian, like, never mind. So, those are some pretty good pictures you like, took. Got any more?” Rayanne’s fingers slide over the layouts, coming closer to Brian with every inch.

“Yeah, I’ve got like *tons*. Wanna see them?” Brian searches his bag for the stack of pictures displaying Rayanne.

“Yeah, I wanna see them, but not like, now. Maybe some other time, you know.” Rayanne is trying to come off cool and collective. She doesn’t know if Brian has her figured out or not.
He’s looking at her intrigued, and she doesn’t know if this has gone too far again. Messing with his head is fun, it’s more fun than she’s had in a *long* time. It’s like; the reward is higher, or something. It’s not just for the kick, or the adrenalin, or even the feeling of being alive. It’s something more, something she can’t quite grasp. He repulses her, but in a way, he draws her near. She likes his attention a little *too* much.

“Okay. Just, let me know then. I’ll leave them like, in my locker or something.” Brian can’t find peace. He wants to get up, but he’ll probably feel even more uncomfortable standing, so staying put seems like the best thing to do.

“Yeah, like, whatever.” Rayanne takes off. As mysteriously as she appeared, she has disappeared; leaving Brian’s head completely messed up.

[After school, in Jordan Catalano’s car]

Jordan and Angela are making out, kissing each other deeply and intensely, their hands exploring each others bodies over and under their clothes.

“So, is your dad gonna be out of town any time soon again?” Angela gives Jordan a naughty grin. Making love in his car just isn’t all that comfortable.

“Don’t know. But like, maybe, you could stay over anyway?” Jordan tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

Angela reacts incredulous. “Are you serious? I mean, I just didn’t think that would be an option.”

Jordan licks his lips. “It’s not like I ever asked him, or anything. I could like, you know, try.”

“Jordan, I was only kidding. My mom and I still aren’t talking to each other, so I can’t. I mean, before we are at peace again, I’m afraid to bring up any parties and sleepovers, especially at Rayanne’s.” Angela sits up straight and looks at Jordan seriously.

From a distance she can see Jordan’s friend Shane approaching the car. She panics immediately. He knocks on the door on Jordan’s side and casts her a glance, “Hey.”

“Hey, man,” Jordan’s posture changes in an instant. He’s still not comfortable being with Angela around his friends, apparently.

“Got a minute?” Shane has opened the door and is sticking his head inside.

“Yeah, sure,” Jordan gets up and closes the door.

Shane and Jordan walk a little further and they are talking to each other. Shane’s head is facing Angela, and Jordan turns around occasionally. His face doesn’t display any emotions of surprise or shock.
After a short while, Shane takes off and Jordan walks up to the car. He gets inside and addresses Angela instantly. “He told me, like, umm, you were buying some pregnancy-test…” His eyes are staring at the steering-wheel in his hands.

“Jordan, it’s not what you think.” Angela flushes. “It’s not for *me*, I swear. You have to believe me. I would never lie to you about something like that. It was for my friend, and I just like, went along to support her.”

“Okay…” Jordan gives her a relieved look.

Angela is perplexed, “Okay? That’s all you have to say? So, what are you saying; that you believe me?”

“Yeah, I do,” His hand touches her face, his fingers caress her cheek.

“Well, thank you, I guess.” Angela gives Jordan a surprised look.

She is being astonished by Jordan, over and over again. It’s amazing that someone who has been hurt that deeply; opens up his heart to her so seemingly easy, and *completely*. His eyes show a kind of openness and childishness, directly leading the way to his soul, his heart even. His heart is so pure, despite all the pain he suffered, that Angela’s heart swells with love once more. It’s as if his faith in her is like the most precious gift he can think of to give to her, without even knowing it. He doesn’t even have a clue how eager he is to show her his deepest feelings. Jordan’s innocence and expectances move her beyond belief.

Angela reacts fierce, “No, thank *God*, it’s not Rayanne! I mean, can you imagine the *drama* if it *would* be her?! She wouldn’t even *know* who the father is! It could be, like --” Angela *wants* to say “anyone”, but then reality hits her *so* hard it feels like’s she being punched in her stomach.

She turns her head to look at Jordan. “It could be, like, *you*.”

She falls silent, and the memories she has tucked away deeply rise to the surface again. Imagine, if Rayanne and Jordan had had unprotected sex as well. Rayanne could have been pregnant indeed; with Jordan Catalano’s baby.

That thought actually *stings* like hell, and it’s making her want to get away from Jordan; like *this* instant. She had forgotten how much he and Rayanne had hurt her. He had enchanted her into seeing only his good sides, but where there’s good, there has to be bad, to keep the balance.

“I’m sorry, Jordan. I think I’m gonna take the bus anyway. I’ll see you around.” Angela picks up her backpack and opens up the car-door.

Jordan stops her by laying his hand on her arm. Angela looks down at it, but her brain doesn’t seem to register it. “Angela, I’m sorry. Not just for, like, bringing it up. I mean…” He gets a hold of Angela’s chin, forcing her to look at him, “I’m sorry I like, let it happen.”

“I know you are Jordan, and it means *so* much to me you’re telling me again. But it *happened* anyway, and it still hurts to think of it…” Angela’s eyes radiate the pain she’s feeling, “Bye…” She draws in her arm from Jordan’s grip and gets out of the car.

“Bye…” Jordan’s voice is drenched with pain and regret; his head bangs on the steering wheel several times, displaying his agony.

[After school, Cherski’s place]

Sharon has locked herself in the bathroom and her eyes are fixated on the pregnancy-test in her hands.

Sharon VO: “So, this little test could like, *change* my life forever. Should I take the test; or not? It could end my misery, but it could be like the beginning of a lot of misery as well. I’m not ready for the result yet; but *not* knowing is like, slowly killing me as well. I’ve gotta be a big girl about this; I felt big enough to have sex, now I’ve gotta deal with the consequences of it. I can handle this, I just *have* to. Maybe the test-result will be negative anyway; and let me get on with my life. I have to do it now, for my sanity.”

Sharon takes the test out of its package and carefully reads the instructions. After a deep breath, she follows the handlings she’s supposed to do. When she’s done, she passes around the bathroom totally anxious, waiting for the result. Who knew that a few measly minutes could last like an eternity?! She keeps checking her watch, but it’s like the hands of her watch have stopped moving.

Finally the moment has arrived. Sharon’s trembling fingers pick the test up from the cup and her eyes take in the result. She’s pregnant. No doubt about it.

Sharon breaks down and cries her eyes out; her body slumping down on the bathroom-floor. Her life is over before it has begun. She can’t think straight anymore; the pain and disbelief have taken over her brain.

A soft knock on the bathroom-door startles her from her misery. “Sharon? It’s me, Angela. Are you okay?”

Sharon gets up and opens the door to let Angela in; her tear-stained face telling Angela everything she needs to know.

“Oh no, Sharon, I’m *so* sorry for you…” Angela’s voice has a quiver in it; her arms wrap themselves around Sharon’s body and they’re both sobbing and crying.

After a while Sharon eyes Angela and stutters through her tears, “I can’t – I can’t keep this ba-ba-baby, Angela! What should I do?”

Angela feels immensely sorry for Sharon; and she can’t imagine what she would do in a situation like this. “I don’t know, Sharon, I really don’t.” She feels bad she can’t help her friend out; it’s *her* choice after all.

“I think I’m gonna have an abortion; it’s like…” Sharon pauses for a while, bursting into tears again. The sobbing subsides after a while and she continues, “I have no other choice, do I?” Sharon’s eyes beg for Angela’s understanding.

“Sharon, maybe we like, should ask someone’s advice first. Someone who will know what your options are. Like maybe, the guidance councillor, or your doctor or something.” Angela’s head is overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions.

“I already know, Angela. I can have this baby and keep it, letting it ruin my life in the process; hating myself, Kyle *and* this baby for the rest of my pathetic, miserable, unfulfilling and unschooled life. Or, I can have it and give it up for adoption; feeling sorry about my choice for the rest of my life, wondering if it will be okay. Or, I can just have an abortion before it turns into a little human and get on with my life like nothing ever happened.” Sharon seems determined; her nerves have calmed down a bit.

“Are you sure about this?” Angela’s face displays her concern. Sharon makes it sound so easy; like she has done it a thousand times before. She would hate to think about what *she* would do in this situation; could she ever live with herself, knowing she had bluntly removed the little baby Jordan and she made out of love?!

“I’m positive Angela. I’ll call them as soon as possible. Would you please come with me? When I… you know…?!” Sharon’s eyes plead for Angela’s help. She can’t do it alone, she just can’t.

“I’ll be there for you, promise.” Angela gives her friend a reassuring smile; totally contradicting the nauseating feelings going through her mind and body. But this is Sharon’s choice and not hers; even if she can relate a little to her choice it’s still hard to grasp. She will support her friend whenever she can; it’s the least she can do.

Episode No. 28 - Changes by Lady GuineverePublished: 09 Jul 2010 | Size: 39 KB (6700 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Changes seem to be the latest rage; Sharon’s life is about to change seriously, and more lives change when someone is being hospitalized. Brian’s perception of some people changes and his desire to know the truth will change his life. The restaurant being opened up leads to some unexpected changes as well…

Episode No. 22 - Set me free by Lady GuineverePublished: 01 Mar 2009 | Size: 35 KB (5375 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Angela can’t decide what to wear to Jordan’s band performance, so she stops by Sharon Cherski’s. Graham tells Patty the subject of the fight he and Hallie had. Patty and Angela talk about Jordan, who does something to bring Angela and him closer together. Meanwhile Rayanne makes a fool of herself, pushing Angela away again.Updated on April 22, 2009

Episode No. 23 - Baby steps by Lady GuineverePublished: 01 Mar 2009 | Size: 35 KB (5900 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Jordan and Angela are back together. Sharon confesses something to Angela, while Angela wants to give Rayanne another chance. Brian talks to Rickie about winning Angela over and tells Jordan he doesn't want to tutor him anymore. Graham and Hallie try to solve their problems when the solution seems to be right at hand. Brian sells the Chase's tickets to the play.

Episode No. 24 - Our Town, part I: Lies, truths, acts and confessions by Lady GuineverePublished: 01 Mar 2009 | Size: 42 KB (6500 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Patty lets Angela in on a secret, while Jordan invites Angela over to his house to spend the night while his dad is out of town. Angela finds out more about Jordan's parents, and lies big time to her own parents to be with Jordan. Sharon shares her secret with Delia. Brian has to take pictures of the entire cast of the play and Rayanne gives him a hard time fulfilling his job. Rayanne suffers from stage-fright again.

Episode No. 26 - Underneath the surface by Lady GuineverePublished: 01 Mar 2009 | Size: 32 KB (5050 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Angela finds out more about why Jordan is who he is, while Rayanne realises something about herself. Patty mistrusts both Angela and Amber; and even though Angela has had a head's up, nothing can prepare her for the fight she has with her mother. Hallie and Neill are dating, and the restaurant finally has a name. Brian's mind is occupied by a mysterious girl in his life, and he asks Graham for advice on her.

Episode No. 27 - Cherski's choice by Lady GuineverePublished: 01 Mar 2009 | Size: 32 KB (5300 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Sharon is late and worries what to do, so Angela helps her out, causing some misunderstandings. Rayanne gets interested in several new things, while Brian has a new interest of his own. Camille and Patty discuss Angela and Patty's argument. The restaurant is almost ready to open up.

Episode No. 28 - Changes by Lady GuineverePublished: 09 Jul 2010 | Size: 39 KB (6700 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Changes seem to be the latest rage; Sharon’s life is about to change seriously, and more lives change when someone is being hospitalized. Brian’s perception of some people changes and his desire to know the truth will change his life. The restaurant being opened up leads to some unexpected changes as well…

This fic picks up right after episode 28; Danielle has fled away from the restaurant after witnessing something upsetting to her.

Episode No. 30 - Consequences by Lady GuineverePublished: 09 Jul 2010 | Size: 41 KB (7300 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Everybody seems to deal with the consequences of something; staying away during an entire night, giving up secrets, a beautiful female substitute-teacher, being diagnosed with a possibly deadly disease, analyzing chemistry too much, and being able to put an end to homelessness.

Episode No. 31 - Face Your Demons by Lady GuineverePublished: 09 Jul 2010 | Size: 57 KB (10100 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.Facing your demons is never easy; Rickie has to face his with Mr Katimski in a coma and the chance to start a new life in a new home. Angela has to face her demons when some knowledge about ‘Ms’ Summers changes her perspective on the woman drastically. More demons come to her in the form of an embarrassing picture. Brian has to face his demons, when the love for his camera leads him into problems again. Jordan has to face his demons when someone from his past wants to be part of his future. Rayanne has to face her daily demons and more when her secret is about to be revealed.

GoodNite_Girl gave this story a 4.0/5 4.0/5 rating and commented on 05 Mar 2009:

Wow you really posted alot at once. I hope you'll continue to update, there's not alot of action on the fanfic part of this website anymore!

Marla gave this story a 5.0/5 5.0/5 rating and commented on 28 Mar 2009:

Hey Lady Guinevere. I love the way you write about the dialogue of Jordan and Angela regarding the Pregnancy test. That was really profound. What happens next? Please e-mail me the other chapters that you did not published. By the way how can I send you my e-mail address without it being publish Thanks a lot

Priscila gave this story a 5.0/5 5.0/5 rating and commented on 07 Nov 2009:

Hi Lady Guinevere, IÂ´m from Brazil, i read all storys about MSCL and IÂ´m very sad because itÂ´s just finished. Dou You have de continuos or just have write this 7 episodes? If you have more, could Please e-mail me the other chapters that you did not published. I loved your storys, they are just perfects, a canÂ´t wait for read more. Please, sorry for my bad English and thanks for your atettion.

Rachel gave this story a 5.0/5 5.0/5 rating and commented on 17 Mar 2010:

I just finished watching the shows online again, and found your stories. I have to say they were great!! I'm hoping you have more!! Please say you do, or it'll just be like the actual show that just stopped!